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Carrington P.O.V.
.....In Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Early Tuesday, December 9th.
I woke up the next morning to phone calls from Grandfather Everett and Aunt Dina inquiring about our lack of remorse or presence at the hospital. Klay took the phone from me and fussed them out for calling me with that nonsense.
Then, we got dressed and grabbed some flowers from the flower shop in the lobby, and we visited Kimmie and her three sons' graveside to pay my respects. We drove in a jet-black sedan and our security team trailed behind in a dark black van.
I hate graveyards, but I knew I needed to go before things got busy for us. But, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
The iron gate groaned, a harsh, metallic sound t
